It would appear that
You and I,
We are certainly from different worlds,
From different place,
And that our parting is a matter of time,
Measured by the number of differences.

I cant see myself living in your world,
I doubt you can see you living in mine.

I think,
Slowly but surely,
They stack up,
The resistance gain strength,
The time will tick ,
The clock shall tock,

To say good bye.

Until then,
I will try,
To live in yours,
You in mine,
Till we break or fuse,

And hope that we not say the final Good Bye.